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Someone should come pick him up
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flyinglightHe was going to be so grounded, Luke knew.
He also knew he shouldn't have agreed to do this at all, but Biggs had been in Bestine for the last week, with distant relatives or something, and Tank was busy on his family's farm. That meant Fixer had become unbearable and Windy and Deak had quickly followed. And Camie had just stood there and been judging.
So now here Luke was, looking for sand devils, when he could feel the sandstorm coming. Well, that was the point, of course. Rumours said sand devils only came out during sandstorms.
Pulling the rim of his hat a little further down over his forehead and leaning against a rock, Luke clutched his rifle in one hand (he wasn't completely stupid) and squinted around the landscape.
Nothing.
Well, except for the haze on the horison. At least that meant there'd probably not be any Sandpeople around... Biting his lip, Luke knew he should've turned around earlier. Maybe then he wouldn't be stuck out here when it'd take too long to walk back to proper shelter and out of the wasteland before the desert hit.
At least he was relatively close to a canyon - it might have a cave, hopefully.
"Stupid Fixer, stupid Windy," Luke muttered and hefted the rifle again, eyeing the haze. He probably should stop trying to look for something that didn't exist and go look for shelter, instead.
He also knew he shouldn't have agreed to do this at all, but Biggs had been in Bestine for the last week, with distant relatives or something, and Tank was busy on his family's farm. That meant Fixer had become unbearable and Windy and Deak had quickly followed. And Camie had just stood there and been judging.
So now here Luke was, looking for sand devils, when he could feel the sandstorm coming. Well, that was the point, of course. Rumours said sand devils only came out during sandstorms.
Pulling the rim of his hat a little further down over his forehead and leaning against a rock, Luke clutched his rifle in one hand (he wasn't completely stupid) and squinted around the landscape.
Nothing.
Well, except for the haze on the horison. At least that meant there'd probably not be any Sandpeople around... Biting his lip, Luke knew he should've turned around earlier. Maybe then he wouldn't be stuck out here when it'd take too long to walk back to proper shelter and out of the wasteland before the desert hit.
At least he was relatively close to a canyon - it might have a cave, hopefully.
"Stupid Fixer, stupid Windy," Luke muttered and hefted the rifle again, eyeing the haze. He probably should stop trying to look for something that didn't exist and go look for shelter, instead.